StanWill - Dexter (feat. BabyTron, G.T.) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[StanWill - Dexter feat. BabyTron, G.T. lyrics]
Ayy babyTron
Stan, what it do? Ayy
Ayy
I'm in the lab right now like Dexter
You punching but you ain't hitting shit
You a wrestler
My plug baldheaded, got bricks
Call him "Hector" dark like a Pepsi
Funny how we in the SRT, I'm with GT
Three deep but we popping out like we 3D
I'll get a vegan in the room
Make her eat meat leg on the chop, bitch
I run around with three feet
Telegram chat gotta talk in code
This lil' bitch phone off
How the fuck she call me broke?
MW3, no quickscope but it's off the dome
I was sixth man, touch the court
Turn my baller on
Mask on my face like I'm
Walking in the store
But I'm sitting in thе room with
A table full of blow
You can't run 'cause the strap got
Thе beam and the scope
You mad 'cause the EDD gone and you broke
Huh, bitch on cam eating dick
That's a mukbang chop got a hunnid
I can really let my nuts hang
Playing Simon Says with yo bitch, told her
"Fuck gang"
We'll throw him up to tryna pump fake
Bitch pulling on my 'Miris
I ain't playing tug of war
Can't fuck you, whore, bend over
Tryna stuff you more
They was up one? Hit two
We just double scored crackheads on
See an opp and I'ma stomp with force
Tucked twenty where my socks go
And fucked up the drawer
You dreaming 'bout a M
It's a B that I'm running towards
I can do a trick with
A Visa like I'm Dumbledore
I don't really think you got cheese
Gotta up some more
Huh, yeah, bitch, I scam and I swipe
I do all fraud
Let him try to play, up the Glock
I'll pause dawg
You'll think we hoop for Minnesota
How my dawgs ball
Chase, PNC, and yo bitch in my call log
Fancy-ass taste, spent two hunnid on linguine
Walk around this bitch with
More green than Luigi
You don't do fraud, boy
You work like you RiRi
My ex on my head and some Off White beanies
Ayy supreme everything and the kicks
Ain't out yet
My jeans by Amiri, you shop at a outlet
Your ho off the cheese like a mouse trap
We got beef
You can't even go where yo house at
Blow yo damn crib off the map
I will not lose
23 on my lap like a pair of Shaq shoes
Hit the road with some
Oranges and Blue's Clues
I sell dope but my niggas teach scam school
Ayy
Stan, what it do? Ayy
Ayy
I'm in the lab right now like Dexter
You punching but you ain't hitting shit
You a wrestler
My plug baldheaded, got bricks
Call him "Hector" dark like a Pepsi
Funny how we in the SRT, I'm with GT
Three deep but we popping out like we 3D
I'll get a vegan in the room
Make her eat meat leg on the chop, bitch
I run around with three feet
Telegram chat gotta talk in code
This lil' bitch phone off
How the fuck she call me broke?
MW3, no quickscope but it's off the dome
I was sixth man, touch the court
Turn my baller on
Mask on my face like I'm
Walking in the store
But I'm sitting in thе room with
A table full of blow
You can't run 'cause the strap got
Thе beam and the scope
You mad 'cause the EDD gone and you broke
Huh, bitch on cam eating dick
That's a mukbang chop got a hunnid
I can really let my nuts hang
Playing Simon Says with yo bitch, told her
"Fuck gang"
We'll throw him up to tryna pump fake
Bitch pulling on my 'Miris
I ain't playing tug of war
Can't fuck you, whore, bend over
Tryna stuff you more
They was up one? Hit two
We just double scored crackheads on
See an opp and I'ma stomp with force
Tucked twenty where my socks go
And fucked up the drawer
You dreaming 'bout a M
It's a B that I'm running towards
I can do a trick with
A Visa like I'm Dumbledore
I don't really think you got cheese
Gotta up some more
Huh, yeah, bitch, I scam and I swipe
I do all fraud
Let him try to play, up the Glock
I'll pause dawg
You'll think we hoop for Minnesota
How my dawgs ball
Chase, PNC, and yo bitch in my call log
Fancy-ass taste, spent two hunnid on linguine
Walk around this bitch with
More green than Luigi
You don't do fraud, boy
You work like you RiRi
My ex on my head and some Off White beanies
Ayy supreme everything and the kicks
Ain't out yet
My jeans by Amiri, you shop at a outlet
Your ho off the cheese like a mouse trap
We got beef
You can't even go where yo house at
Blow yo damn crib off the map
I will not lose
23 on my lap like a pair of Shaq shoes
Hit the road with some
Oranges and Blue's Clues
I sell dope but my niggas teach scam school
Ayy